China Doll - Slim Whitman

I＇m tired of crying and all your lying

That＇s why I＇m buying a china doll

Her eyes are bluer her faults are fewer

Her lips are truer; my china doll

I＇d rather have a doll of clay

That I could call my own

Than someone else just like you

With a heart of stone

She＇ll never leave me

She＇ll not grieve me

And never grieve me

My china doll

No tears or sor-orrow

No sad tomorr-orr-orrow

No one can borr-orr-ow

My china doll

Her eyes are blu-u-uer

Her faults are few-ewer

Her lips are tru-uer

My china doll

I'd rather have a doll of clay

That I could call my own

Than someone else just like you

With a heart of stone

She'll never lea-eave me

She'll not decei-eive me

And never grie-ieve me

My china doll